[Does hearing that make this feel more or less awkward!? Tifa doesn't know...!!! And when Lyria pulls away, she can feel that flush of colour creeping right back into her cheeks as if it had never left. That, or it's only growing deeper.]

A-ah... I see...

[It's her turn to fidget a bit, and she slumps on the edge of the bed before she pats the seat next to her, reminding herself once more that she is going to aggressively wave a spatula at Eustace when she's done here while she tries to think of how best to explain it. This poor girl, and this poor woman... subjected to this...

And as soon as Lyria sits down, Tifa will take a deep breath.]

Well... you know... that um... how Eustace and I love each other... a lot...?

[WAIT, NO. Tifa gives a firm, rigorous shake of her head. BAD, BAD, TERRIBLE IDEA. She wants to help Lyria understand, not scar her for life.]

Or, um... I guess... when people love each other...? Not me and Eustace—Well, I mean—

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